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“You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.”
― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

So this guys wife drank a bottle of wine and told this joke. He recorded her and then animated her joke.

aguanerviosa:

In the immortal words of  Etta James, At Last!
After weeks of anxious weather watching, Kamal and I finally managed to get south for a camp.We packed light, no kayaks or heaps of fishing rig. Just eight weights and fly boxes. That’s not to say that conventional tackle and bait don’t have their place, but sometimes they can be a distraction . We camped south beach style that first night, which entails a six hour drive, arriving at eleven pm, pulling on to a starry beach, setting up the cots and pouring a good measure of Stoli over a tumbler of ice. In the morning, instead of fishing the beach which still had some sizable rollers, we rolled a round of bocce, the first of the new season. The K-man suggested that this year we play for more than national honor, so a bottle of Grey Goose is at stake.


For old times, we drove over to the channel flats on the north side of Madrakah where we found some schooling bait and a few curious bream. Kamal managed a lovely bream on a permit shrimp pattern which he released, and I took a smaller fish which we kept for evening tea. But we walked away from those fish and what would have probably been a decent afternoon of sight fishing to search for permit at Camel Rock flats. The other reason we left the channel is that the beaches there are now completely trashed by the local fishermen. Camping near Camel is so much nicer, far removed from the noise, trash and smell of rotting by-catch.

 Unfortunately, unstable weather patterns which are typical during the shoulder seasons made the light for sight fishing a cruel mistress. It was frustrating because from Camel Flat we could  see that the channel, a few kilometers down the coast, was sunny. Though the clarity at Camel was good and there seemed to be a few permit about, there was just not enough sustained light to see fish. To make an uneventful story short,  I spent three hours up to my sack in very chilly water without making a single cast. I did manage to practically step on a perm or two, and the light that did peek through every now and then made  for some beautiful backdrops.

On the long slog back to camp, we laughed about walking away from those morning bream in the channel. That’s gotta be the first rule of fishing, never walk away from fish. Easier said than done when you got da permit fever!


Back at  Camp

After a couple of  drinks and  a couple of rounds of low tide bocce, we started  on dinner. We had both brought meat for the grill. With the bream I had kept that morning, we had an obscene amount of food. I grilled up some sliced Omani cougettes and baby fennel to go with the fish and lamb, but we also had mussels and Kamal’s sirloin steaks. So I grilled them too and sliced the steaks into thin strips for lunch the next day. This we set aside in an open plastic zip bag to cool. We then settled into the beach with drinks and tunes. It was an overcast night, very dark, which made the bioluminescence even brighter. So we’re chillin’ when suddenly, out of the blackness, a fox leaps on to the camp table and snatches the bag of steaks. Before Kamal can finish shouting, “There’s a fox on top of the table”, that sneaky shap-shifter has disappeared into the night! We were dumbfounded. This is the second time that I’ve had resting steaks snatched in the night. The last time it happened was by a very naughty wadi dog named Charlie, a pet of some folks we had invited camping (I didn’t know they had a bad dog, and Charlie was a very bad dog).


The next morning, Kamal asked me if I had heard a fox moving about our camp at night. I sleep particularly hard on a beach-vodka, night air and pounding surf will do that. Anyway, I had not. Apparently, the fox had decided that Kamal was his soul mate. The cheeky little guy actually jumped into K-Man’s cot. Kamal shooed him away, but he would not leave and eventually curled up on the beach right next to him. Just as he was telling me this, I looked down the beach and there he was watching us. I got pretty close to him before he took off. We’ve had plenty of foxes and other night critters in our camp, but none as brazen as this little turd. The odd thing is that after Charlie the bad dog had stolen my ribeye, I later found him sleeping in my cot. What is it about tricksters, stealing a man’s meat and then having the audacity to try to crawl in bed with you afterwards?


Camel was completely socked in the next morning, so we packed up early to beat the tide-there is one little point that’s tricky to get around. The channel turned out to be a nice consolation, a reminder of the old days when it was our go to sight fishing flat. Back in the day, it produced some phenomenal sight fishing. You could barely get one fish landed and released before another group was within casting range. Commercial fishing has pretty much taken out the resident population, but there are still a few fish around, mostly singles, if you know where to look and are patient. How patient? Well, we each landed one fish that morning, though I think we cast to about six. The bream were especially difficulty. We could get them to follow the fly, but most would not commit. Still it was great just to be standing in brisk water on a clear flat watching birds, listening to the surf pound through the channel, the sun on our faces. One fish for the morning, especially one sight caught fish on a fly was especially satisfying.


Oh yeah, Mexico is up three games to two. I had to literally drop two balls an inch away from the palino to steal the last game 11-10. I have a feeling Oman ain’t going down easy, not with da Goose on the line!

The indigenous peoples of Chiapas, known as Zapatistas, have 
been engaged in a revolutionary struggle against the Mexican government since at least 1994. Twenty years later, the Zapatista movement holds tightly to its values. Pulling their children out of Mexican public schools and forming their own education systems sounds like a great start! 

"We are a product of 500 years of struggle: first against slavery, then during the War of Independence against Spain…then to avoid being absorbed by North American imperialism, then to promulgate our constitution and expel the French empire from our soil…Later the dictatorship of Porfirio Diaz denied us the just application of the Reform laws, and the people rebelled and leaders like Villa and Zapata emerged, poor men just like us."

The indigenous peoples of Chiapas, known as Zapatistas, have
been engaged in a revolutionary struggle against the Mexican government since at least 1994. Twenty years later, the Zapatista movement holds tightly to its values. Pulling their children out of Mexican public schools and forming their own education systems sounds like a great start!

"We are a product of 500 years of struggle: first against slavery, then during the War of Independence against Spain…then to avoid being absorbed by North American imperialism, then to promulgate our constitution and expel the French empire from our soil…Later the dictatorship of Porfirio Diaz denied us the just application of the Reform laws, and the people rebelled and leaders like Villa and Zapata emerged, poor men just like us."

Look who decided to venture out of the nest for a look around.

Look who decided to venture out of the nest for a look around.

My annual Beach Restoration trip recently received a commendation from ESO, Environmental Society of Oman. I wasn’t able to attend the awards luncheon, especially given the exorbitant 300 USD tickets, but I hear it was quite an event which featured heaps of plastic water bottles, lots of glossy program brochures, and a confetti shower! In fairness to ESO, I don’t think they organized or sponsored this event. It appeared to be more of a self promotion exercise for the ministry and private corporations. The struggle continues!

My annual Beach Restoration trip recently received a commendation from ESO, Environmental Society of Oman. I wasn’t able to attend the awards luncheon, especially given the exorbitant 300 USD tickets, but I hear it was quite an event which featured heaps of plastic water bottles, lots of glossy program brochures, and a confetti shower! In fairness to ESO, I don’t think they organized or sponsored this event. It appeared to be more of a self promotion exercise for the ministry and private corporations. The struggle continues!

The top five obese countries in the world are in the Middle East. South Africa, Mexico, Venezuela, Trinidad Tobago, and Merika cracked the top ten.
Jordan, Egypt, Saudi, UAE have huge obesity rates while Kuwait came in number one with a whopping 43% rate!
Does anyone see the irony that Muslims are killing themselves eating fast food from Christian owned, western franchises? Is this some sort of caloric crusade? Sure, I realize that some of these countries have become prosperous and that’s the real reason Arabs are dying from heart disease, an affliction associated with capitalism. Though no one is forcing KFC down their throats, fired chicken, salt, and high fructose corn syrup taste good, and it s too damn hot outside to exercise. Seriously, there is some speculation that obesity in this region is due to the fact that during much of the year it’s impossible to be outside which for many promotes inactivity. I’ve noticed that they’ve started running ads promoting healthy eating and exercise throughout the region. Oman cannot be too far behind these countries. Come on Oman, resist those infidel fries!

My garden which has a bird bath has become a sanctuary for small sun birds and other species like this finch. The feral cats regard it as their personal hunting waterhole. This is the second dead bird I’ve found in the past month. They don’t even bother to eat them, though sometimes they surgically remove one small choice morsel like the liver, the Hannibals they are.

The birds continue to thrive and are very noisy. In fact, when it goes quite, I know a cat is on the prowl. I got an ugly black tom real good the other day when I put a well placed marble up his backside. Knocked him clean off the wall. In the past, my pup Ellie, was our early warning cat detector, even though she was terrified of them. Now I just listen for the birds, they’ll let me know.

My garden which has a bird bath has become a sanctuary for small sun birds and other species like this finch. The feral cats regard it as their personal hunting waterhole. This is the second dead bird I’ve found in the past month. They don’t even bother to eat them, though sometimes they surgically remove one small choice morsel like the liver, the Hannibals they are.

The birds continue to thrive and are very noisy. In fact, when it goes quite, I know a cat is on the prowl. I got an ugly black tom real good the other day when I put a well placed marble up his backside. Knocked him clean off the wall. In the past, my pup Ellie, was our early warning cat detector, even though she was terrified of them. Now I just listen for the birds, they’ll let me know.

About a month ago, I was watering and found a nest tucked into my Bougainville. It was just above eye level, so I blindly reached up and felt two small eggs. A couple of weeks later, I reached in and felt two warm bald heads. I checked on them yesterday and this is what I found. Two baby doves. The thorns have kept out the feral cats, but when these guys fledge, they will be vulnerable. No worries, I’ve got a sling-shot and a bag of marbles!

About a month ago, I was watering and found a nest tucked into my Bougainville. It was just above eye level, so I blindly reached up and felt two small eggs. A couple of weeks later, I reached in and felt two warm bald heads. I checked on them yesterday and this is what I found. Two baby doves. The thorns have kept out the feral cats, but when these guys fledge, they will be vulnerable. No worries, I’ve got a sling-shot and a bag of marbles!

Swimming with sperm whales.
I certainly could have gotten closer, but in truth, I was scared shitless! Next time I’m getting right up and personal.

A very curious whale approaching our boat.

First Camping of the new season. On the way home the next morning we saw so many whales!

Feeling depressed, tired, anxious, stressed out, alone? 
Side effects include, soft tummy rubs, lap naps, constant companionship. I miss my puppy, but still cannot bring myself to replace her.

Feeling depressed, tired, anxious, stressed out, alone?
Side effects include, soft tummy rubs, lap naps, constant companionship. I miss my puppy, but still cannot bring myself to replace her.